EPILOGUE
"SHY KINGLY"
As Shy's designer gown navigated through the crowd with calculated ease, her eyes scanned the room for Billion.
She knew it wouldn't be hard to find him because the party had been in full swing for hours.
The sudden sound of a champagne cork popped near the DJ booth, and the crowd's cheers helped her spot her victim. Shy instantly threw on her game face then strutted through the crowd like she owned the place. She posted by the bar then watched him from across the room and for a split second her cool cracked. She remembers the way he watched her twirl around the pole seductively. She then got that thought of him putting his pistol in her personal space and was suddenly turned on. It wasn't hard for her aura to be noticed amongst the crowd. Billion’s eyes fell onto hers and they locked eyes. He had to do a double take. It’s like the music faded, and he raised an eyebrow.
A hint of amusement cast on his face then a sudden irritation made him frown.
Shy tilted her head, playing it cool, as if he's just another task to check off her list. She glided through the crowd and made her way into his personal space.
"Daddy wants a word with you," she whispered lowly, her tone dripping with indifference.
Billion's expression darkened for a split second before he masks it with a lazy smile.
"Ah, the Dynasty. Figures Daddy would send his lapdog," his tone laced with disdain.
He downed his Don Julio and set the glass down.
"That nigga know where to find me. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm enjoying my function.
" He dismissed her and she caught on quickly.
Shy turned to walk away as she played it cool.
The first man that snatched her up, she stopped to give him her attention but not undivided.
She was still in her feelings about Billion but she kept that game face on.
Billion leaned against a pillar, eyes narrowed with a mix of annoyance.
He wasn't expecting her to play the game like that.
She was lucky he didn't slap the fuck out of her with his pistol from the bullshit she pulled at the Dynasty.
He watched as she touched the guy's arm, Billion’s jaw twitched.
The guy's hands start wandering, and Shy lets out a laugh, playing along, but her eyes wandered to Billion.
When she saw the look on his face, she excused herself from the stranger and headed outside.
She walked over to the valet and waited for her car to arrive.
The night air hit her like a cool mask, and she took a deep breath.
Billion suddenly appeared beside her, eyes on the city buildings that played in the background.
"Impressed?" Billion asked when he noticed Shy eyeing the home.
“Impressed? By some rented Airbnb? Nigga I come from money.” Shy quickly checked his ass. He chuckled and bit his tongue.
"Tell yo pops all be there. If he pulls some funny shit a second time, his little princess gone be swimming in the Long Beach ocean with the rest of the niggas that crossed me.
As bad as Shy wanted to respond, she now bit her tongue and rolled her eyes. She strutted to her car hoping her father changed his mind about the whole ordeal. Billion was a bitch ass nigga in her eyes and she was gonna handle him herself; even against her father’s orders.